I was about to start what will probably turn out to be a very long series of posts about my holiday by announcing that I am now home. This would technically be inaccurate, as to be precise I am currently in the Premier Inn at Euston I successfully returned from Switzerland on Saturday evening, but early this morning I was off again, this time to London where I am working on the audit of one of our solicitor clients. It would be difficult to imagine more of a contrast to where I have been for the last two weeks than London; all the noise, the bustle of the Tube, is a far cry from the small mountain village of Grindelwald in the Bernese Oberland where my parents had rented a chalet for a fortnight. It was a thoroughly enjoyable holiday, admittedly not without it’s frustrations, but nevertheless truly lovely I was totally relaxed when I returned to the UK, but that has been marred slightly this afternoon by the fact that a member of client staff used an F word at me. Back to reality :cry:

This time I learnt from my mistake in Hungary and managed to force myself to write a paper diary as I went along. I spent most of the holiday feeling utterly exhausted, and so some days I may have written less than others, but I certainly have enough to go on for my blog without the painful wracking of brains which I had to subject myself to after the IJK (more…)